Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.